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Coming Out Through Hypnosis

Summary: Shy divorcee discovers true sexuality with college ex-student.

Note 1: This is the 5th different version of the story. It started with a much more complex plot and was originally written as a third person story. Yet, as it unfolded, I knew it was no longer going to be my typical submissive older woman and dominant younger woman story (sorry if that is what you were expecting).

Now, it has evolved into a unique love story. Thus it is being entered in the Valentine's Day 2016 Contest Story. So do please vote if you enjoy.

Note 2: Thanks to Robert, goamz86, and Wayne for editing this story.

Coming Out Through Hypnosis

They say bad things happen in threes and oddly my three bad things each were a mixture of good and bad. Yet, for me, each of these events caused a great deal of stress and yet led to the crazy end result of me finding my true self. The first two happened over a year ago, but the third was over a year in the making.

One:

My only daughter, Michelle, graduated high school and started college three states over. My daughter and I had an amazing relationship and I realized I hadn't just lost my daughter, but my best friend. Empty Nest syndrome hit me extremely hard.

Two:

My husband left me. This sounds bad at first, but truthfully we had stayed together long past our love expiration date for Michelle. But even though we both agreed it was best, it hurt when he found someone so quickly, while I couldn't even fathom how to start going back into the dating world. I got pregnant with Michelle at twenty-one and married a few weeks before her birth, big-bellied and all, to avoid the bastard stigma. Suddenly, our modest home seemed huge and empty. At thirty-nine, I was completely, utterly alone. I should point out a couple single teachers at work had asked me out, but they knew my ex and it just seemed weird. My friends suggested online dating, and I was thinking about it, but that was as far as it had gone.

Three:

Suddenly alone and not needed as a wife or a mother, I did what many people do, I buried myself in my work. I decided to go for my masters with the hopes of one day being a school councillor or maybe a psychological therapist. After almost a year of having no social life as I researched my paper, I was done. The dean loved my paper and requested I present my findings at a conference in February. I was thrilled by the recognition and equally mortified at the thought of speaking in public to a group of academia. Although I was a teacher and comfortable speaking in front of a group of teens, I was an extreme introvert when in a social setting. If I had a choice between going for drinks with my co-workers or going home to read a book it was a no-brainer: I would go home and read a book. Social settings exhausted me and I avoided them at all costs. It also explained why I had yet to have a single date since my husband and I called it quits. Just the thought of starting over exhausted me. So, I accepted now at nearly forty, I would die a cat lady without cats (although I did have five fish).

That brings me to the real beginning of my story. After accepting the chance to speak (what was I to say? I am scared of public speaking), I realized I had to confront my fears. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and I figured the odds of survival were 50-50.

I pondered my options:

1. Just suck it up and do the speech. (Highly unlikely I wouldn't go into hypothermic shock)

2. Just don't show up that evening. (A brilliant solution to a complex problem, yet had dire career consequences)

3. Run away and start over. (Again a great short-term solution, yet I love my house)

4. See a therapist. (A potential solution, yet the idea of sharing my life and insecurities with a stranger was as nerve-wracking to me as public speaking was)

Suddenly, the light bulb went on above me like in those cool old Looney Tune cartoons. Tara may be my solution.

Tara was the best student I'd ever had. She finished with a 99 percent in my English class (the highest mark I had ever given), she was editor of the school newspaper and was Valedictorian (not because she was the most popular, that was our head cheerleader Amber, but because it was based strictly on the highest average). She also was one of the quietest students in high school, yet was a different person when speaking in public. After her brilliant Valedictorian address, I asked her how she shifted personalities so smoothly; she told me a mixture of meditation and hypnosis. I assumed she was kidding, but would soon learn she wasn't.

Her shyness was also enhanced by her very conservative dress, as if the fifties were coming back or had never left. She wore long dresses and her hair was always in a ponytail. She wore no make-up, her glasses were as nerdy as they come and she seldom broke a smile. Although in the same class as my daughter, they were in completely different social orbits. My daughter was way more like her father: outgoing, popular and kind of pretentious, while in many ways Tara was a younger version of myself and I hoped she could share with me how she overcame her fear of public speaking. Yet, when I called her for help, ten months after she had graduated, I barely recognized her.

She graduated at seventeen and at eighteen had already started her second year as a psychology major. I called her up and asked if we could meet for coffee in early December. Although surprised to hear from a former teacher, she agreed and we arranged a meeting at a coffee shop on the weekend.

When she arrived, I didn't recognize her. Her hair was not in a ponytail and it was platinum blonde, with a couple of red streaks. She was wearing a t-shirt that barely held in her firm breasts and she was wearing a black leather skirt, just above the knee, with black pantyhose and four inch pumps. I was staring at her when she said, "It is great to see you Mrs. Hamilton."

I tried to hide my shock at her complete transformation from geek to chic. It was something I had always fantasized about doing when I was a teenage outcast myself.

I stood up and she pulled me in for a long-time-no-see hug. Once done, we sat down and chatted.

After half an hour of catch-up, where I learned she had really come out of her shell through a mixture of hypnosis and meditation, I explained my upcoming predicament and anxiety, although it was still six months away. Once finished, I took a risk and asked, "Is it possible for you to introduce me to whoever helped you?"

She smiled a warm smile and said, "I could do better than that."

"What?" I asked curiously.

"I could work with you." she offered.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I am on the accelerated track and one of the projects I am working on is a research paper that focuses on hypnosis and self-esteem. If you are willing to be my subject, I will do it for free. And of course, your real name will not have to be used in the paper," she explained, giddy with excitement.

The 'free' idea appealed to me as an underpaid teacher, but the thought that someone I knew and trusted and who was like me would be helping me was equally appealing. After only a moment's consideration, I agreed with a smile, "When do we start?"

Her eyes twinkled as she excitedly asked, giddy like the young girl she was, "Really? This is awesome. We can start whenever you want, Mrs. Hamilton."

I corrected, although I hadn't the first time she said it, "It's Miss Bentley."

"What?" she asked surprised.

I shrugged, "The divorce isn't completed yet, but the name change is."

"I'm sorry," she said, taking my hand in hers.

A strange warmth filled me that I couldn't explain. I smiled, "Oh don't be. I still love him as a person, but we fell out of love with each other."

Tara surprised me again when she asked completely out of the blue, "How long since you have had sex?"

I gasped at the question but answered with a joke, feeling comfortable talking to her as a friend and not an ex-student, "I may be a virgin again."

She laughed and asked, going deeper into her interrogation, "How long since you pulled your own trigger?"

"Oh, I don't do that," I answered, realizing instantly how prudish I sounded.

"Oh my God," she gasped before adding, "We will have to change that."

I blushed beet red at the quick shift in our conversation and changed the conversation topic. "Well, if we are going to have a doctor-patient relationship you should call me by my first name, Katherine."

"I don't think I can do that," she said, her thumb doing tiny, gentle circles on the back of my hand in a relaxing way.

"I insist."

"Ok," she agreed.

We finished our drinks and I asked, "So when do you start fixing me?"

"How about now?" she replied, surprising me yet again.

"Sure," I agreed.

"We will need to go to the college."

"Lead the way," I said, standing up and grabbing the cheque.

Fifteen minutes later, I was in a small room with a couch, a stereo system, a TV and a table.

Tara pointed to the couch, "Get comfortable, Katherine."

I looked at the couch. The moment I sat down on it, I felt that I was a patient, something that was still hard to accept for a proud woman like myself. Anxiety, similar to what I would get before public speaking, began to form.

As if sensing my sudden apprehension, Tara said, her voice soothing, "Just close your eyes and relax."

"Ok," I answered nervously, obeying her instructions.

"I need you to trust me, Katherine. Do you trust me?"

"Yes," I admitted, attempting to let go of my anxiety.

"Good," she said, her voice so soft and soothing. "Now before we start, slip out of your heels and let your hair down."

I went to ask why, but decided to trust her and obey. I took my very conservative one inch heels off and pulled my hair out of the bun it was usually in.

"Now release your mind of all your stresses, Katherine."

I tried, but the harder I tried the more I stressed.

I was startled a couple of minutes later when she joined me on the couch at my feet.

I opened my eyes and she smiled, "Sssssh, you are just like I was. You can't just shut down and let go, can you?"

"No," I admitted.

She put my feet on her lap. "Now close your eyes and allow my hands to soothe you."

I again obeyed, my body melting slightly at just being touched, even if it wasn't sexual. Just real human contact weakened me.

She gave a gentle foot massage to my stocking-clad foot, which seemed rather unorthodox and yet I really enjoyed it, as she continued talking, her voice mixed with her tender touch allowing me to shift into a tranquil state. "Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow your mind to leave you and come to me. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow your body to leave you and come to me. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow Tara inside your mind. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow yourself to go and trust utterly the words and wisdom of my voice and touch."

I felt myself slipping away, the dual mixture of her soothing voice and tender touch pulling me into a state of serenity. A place I don't ever recall feeling before. It was like I was there and yet not really there...if that makes any sense.

I continued to hear her voice, but from a detached state of nothingness. The words seemed so agreeable, so simple, that I agreed wholeheartedly to each suggestion, even though seconds later I couldn't recall what I had agreed to. Time became redundant as I became one with the universe. I accepted my faults, agreed they were all changeable and when I awoke I felt like a new woman.

"Remember, Katherine, you will begin to dress with more confidence, show more skin and showcase your body. Wake, Katherine, wake," I heard Tara say as I slowly returned to the land of the living.

I opened my heavy eyes and asked wearily, "How long was I under?"

"Over an hour," she revealed.

"Really?" I asked, feeling it was just a few minutes ago that I had sat down on the couch and yet feeling like I was waking up from a great full night's sleep.

"Really, really," she teased, standing up, sounding her youthful age.

"Wow!" I explained, feeling rejuvenated in a way I can't even begin to explain.

"You feel like you had a twelve hour slumber, don't you?"

I yawned, "Yeah, I feel like a million bucks. It was so cathartic."

"I know," she smiled, "I still allow myself to be put under to feel the sense of equilibrium that goes with it. It is so therapeutic."

"Agreed," I said, standing up and stretching.

"Be warned, we went pretty deep for a first time and I left some small suggestions to get you started on the road to self-confidence."

"Like what?" I asked, greatly curious.

"That is for me to know and you to find out," she answered with a playful smile.

.....

The next day I found myself at the mall and without really thinking about it I ended up in a clothing store. 'I am single and deserve a new wardrobe,' I thought to myself. An hour later, I had five new outfits that made me look and feel younger. They were not slutty by any means, but they definitely were sexier and showcased my body more than my usual conservative school teacher attire.

I began to spend more time on my appearance: my hair, make-up and ensemble. These new outfits made me feel more attractive and, in turn, more confident. At school, I got compliments from students and colleagues who noticed my small transformation. I was suddenly brimming with a confidence I had not had since college.

When I met Tara on Thursday she opened with a compliment. "You look radiant, Katherine."

"Thank you," I replied.

"You are welcome," she offered.

"Did you suggest for me to dress differently?" I asked.

"A magician never reveals her secrets," she smiled, directing me to the couch.

I did as directed. Like last time, Tara joined me and again began giving me a foot massage.

"Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow your mind to leave you and come to me. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow your body to leave you and come to me. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow Tara inside your mind. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow yourself to go and trust utterly the words and wisdom of my voice and touch, but this time stay with me...stay with me, Katherine."

I felt myself again transcend reality and enter a realm so different than the stressful world I usually live in, although this time it was different...I lived the conversation but from a transient plane.

Tara asked, her tone so soft and warm, "How did it make you feel to dress up more the past couple of days?"

"At first I was nervous, but once I saw myself in a mirror I was instantly more confident in myself. I felt..." I paused.

Tara pushed, "Felt what?"

After a brief pause, I admitted, "I felt sexy."

"As you are, Katherine," Tara's voice soothingly purred, "Repeat after me. Katherine is sexy."

"Katherine is sexy," I repeated, instantly believing it.

"Katherine is desirable," Tara whispered.

"Katherine is desirable," I agreed.

"Good. Now a few more changes to take you to the next level," Tara said.

"I assume you are wearing pantyhose. Is that correct, Katherine?" Tara asked, as I felt her lift up my dress. Oddly, even though such an act should have been shocking, it seemed natural.

"Yes," I answered, vaguely thinking it was a strange question.

"Do you own a garter belt, Katherine?"

"I think the one from my wedding is still in my drawer."

"Hmmmm, Katherine loves the feel of stockings and thigh high nylons. Katherine will only wear such hosiery starting ASAP. Is that understood, Katherine?"

"Yes, Katherine will go shopping for new hosiery," I agreed, talking in third person.

"Since we are talking about shopping, do you own thongs?"

"Oh my, no," I replied, my conservative nature breaking through.

"Why not?"

"They are for teenagers and...." I paused.

"And what?" Tara asked

"And, and, and...."

Tara added another command. "Katherine will not feel uncomfortable using swear words or sexual innuendo."

"Sluts," I blurted out, feeling the invisible chains of propriety being taken off.

"Good girl," Tara purred.

"Thank you, Miss Tara," I replied, feeling a rush of giddy excitement at having her approval, before realizing I had called her Miss Tara.

"You love wearing thongs. Thongs make you feel sexy and confident," Tara said.

"Katherine loves thongs," I repeated, like an obedient parrot.

The rest of the time, Tara asked me lots of questions about my life, digging deeper into my failed marriage, my lack of a sex life, my childhood and my insecurities.

Waking up, I asked, "Are we done already? No way that was an hour."

"Nope, it was almost two," Tara said.

"No way," I gasped, stretching.

"You made good progress today," Tara said, as she stood up.

I noticed she too wasn't in her heels, her red toenails really standing out in her tan nylons. I asked, "What did you work on with me today?"

She smiled, "We're going to draw out the strong and sexy side of you."

"How will that make me give a speech?" I asked.

"One word: confidence," Tara answered.

"I'm still not following," I said.

"The most important piece to public speaking is confidence. Confidence is built by reclaiming your sexuality," she explained.

"My sexuality?" I asked, still confused.

"I don't mean straight or gay, I mean loving yourself, loving your body," Tara continued.

Thinking of my husband, I sighed, "It's been a long time since I have felt beautiful."

"Katherine," she said, looking into my eyes, "you know you are a beautiful woman, inside and out."

I felt my cheeks get red. Although I was not a lesbian, I couldn't help but feel a rush through my body at the look she gave me. I stammered, "I-I-I'm okay."

"Well, I know what the next session will be," Tara laughed, giving my leg a squeeze, which only enhanced my strange feelings.

"A make over?" I joked.

Tara shook her head, "I have more work to do with you than I thought."

We made another appointment for the following Thursday and I headed out, again feeling rejuvenated.

On the drive home, I again had the urge to shop. 'Since I have new outfits', I rationalized, 'I should probably have new undergarments too'.

An hour later, I had purchased a plethora of new pieces of lingerie and undergarments including a few thongs, three lace bras, a garter-belt and a few pairs of stockings in different colours. I loved the idea of dressing sexy underneath my teacher wardrobe. It was my own small rebellion. I felt sexy again and with it came an unspoken confidence.

.....

The next appointment, I wanted to dress sexy for Tara, to show her that her suggestions had indeed built my confidence. I wore a leather skirt, with my garter and black stockings, three inch heels (which I hadn't worn in years), a thong and lace bra (although I didn't expect her to see it, I liked the idea of wearing it anyway).

When I arrived, I had to wait a few minutes.

When the door opened, a woman in her early fifties, I would guess, walked out. Like me, she was dressed classy-sexy, and smiled as she walked past me.

I watched her walk away, noticing the seams of her stockings as she walked away.

"Good afternoon, Katherine," Tara greeted.

I asked, turning to her, "Do you have a lot of patients?"

"No," she shook her head. "Just three, but I'm hoping to add a couple more soon. I need more data to really prove my theory."

"Do you do a similar therapy for all three?" I asked, giving one more glance back to see the older woman was gone.

She shrugged, "My work is on hypnosis and self-esteem so there are some similarities, yes."

"I see," I said, standing up.

"Oh my, you look amazing, Katherine," Tara complimented me, looking me over from head to toe.
"I'm guessing you have something to do with it," I smiled, liking the look she was giving me, liking the compliments.

She shook her head. "Katherine, all I've done is unlock a part of your true self that you had locked away somewhere deep inside."

"I don't understand," I said.

"Come in," she said, "I'll explain."

"Okay," I nodded, as I followed her inside her office.

I went directly to the couch and lay down, looking forward to the foot massage and being put under. Hard to believe how quickly I trusted her unconditionally.

She explained, as she sat down on the couch too, "You see Katherine, hypnosis only unlocks truths within you."

"What do you mean?" I asked, as she took my heels off me.

"I can't make you murder someone if that isn't in your moral fibre," she explained. "But I can suggest you dress sexier if deep down you want to or are willing to."

"I see," I nodded, as she began massaging my feet. I asked, "Do you massage all your patient's feet?"

"No," she said. "Each person needs different triggers to get comfortable."

"I noticed she was in nylons too," I said, relaxing at her touch.

"It's my fetish," she shrugged. "And I believe it's something that makes any women feel more sensuous."

I agreed, "Tough to argue."

"Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow your mind to leave you and come to me. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow your body to leave you and come to me. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow Tara inside your mind. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow yourself to go and trust utterly the words and wisdom of my voice and touch, but this time stay with me...stay with me Katherine."

"So you have no sex toys?" Tara asked.

"No," I admitted.

"Never?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I grew up in a very conservative home. My father was a church minister and, well, I guess it was just not something that occurred to me. Then I got pregnant out of wedlock and, well, after that sin I tried to live the straight and narrow."

"Did you enjoy living the 'straight and narrow'?"

"I didn't know any other life," I answered.

"Did you feel guilty for getting pregnant?"

"Yes."

"Did it change your relationship with your family?"

"Yes."

"Does it still impact your family?"

"Both my parents died two years ago in a car accident and my sister, well, she was a lot wilder than I and thus didn't judge me harshly," I answered.

"Do you get along with your sister?"

"I guess. She lives in Europe, so I don't see her much."

"Skype?"

"Once a month."

"Have you touched yourself since your first hypnosis?"

"No."

"Have you considered it?"

"Yes."

"Why have you not done anything?"

"Not sure."

"But you want to?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"What's stopping you?"

"Guilt."

"Masturbation is natural, it is not a sin."

"Yes, Miss Tara," I answered, feeling the need to be submissive to her.

"Katherine, you will no longer feel guilt when your body has urges," Tara said.

"Yes, Miss Tara."

"You will allow yourself to give into those urges. To allow yourself to explore your body."

"Yes, Miss Tara," I repeated, my pussy getting tingly.

"I want you to have a nice bubble bath tonight, get yourself a glass of wine and just allow your body to guide you."

"Yes, Miss Tara."

The conversation then shifted to my public speaking fears and work.

When she said, "Wake, Katherine, Wake," I again felt refreshed.

Tara added, "I think we are really making some progress, Katherine."

"Me too," I nodded. "Plus, if nothing else, I get some great rest from these sessions."

"And I'm getting some great data," she smiled, as she gave my thigh a squeeze before standing up.

It was the first time I felt something towards her. I suddenly saw Tara not as my ex-student, not as my psychologist, but rather as a sexual being. As quickly as I had the thought, I pushed it out of my mind.

We made an appointment for three weeks later as Christmas was coming and my daughter was coming home and Tara was heading to Europe with a couple friends and then I headed home.

That night, I poured myself some wine, had a bubble bath and relaxed. As I did, I closed my eyes and Tara popped into my head. Her hand massaging my feet; her hand on my thigh.

Although my fantasies were often of celebrities, always male, this time it was of a female... Tara. My hand went to my vagina and I began slowly rubbing myself for the first time (I know it is hard to believe, but it is true).

Instantly, I felt pleasure.

Instantly, I felt an intensity I hadn't felt in a long time.

Instantly, I knew that anything that could feel this good could not be a sin.

As I rubbed my pussy, slowly sliding a finger inside myself, I imagined Tara on the couch leaning down and kissing me.

In seconds my head was going light... my legs stiffened... and I came.

It felt amazing... like a tidal wave of euphoria that kept slamming into the shore.

A side of me I didn't know existed was awakened and, as I kept rubbing myself, a side I planned to explore.

Over those three weeks, I masturbated a few times a day... more than my teenage students, I bet. I was addicted to the pleasure. My fingers soon weren't enough and I used a brush, a bottle, a cucumber. Each brought me new pleasure and that led to me researching toys online. I put toys in an online store shopping cart, a few times, yet each time I just couldn't bring myself to purchase them.

My daughter also noticed my transformation and complimented me on it. She said she was happy I had begun to get out there again.

So when I returned to Tara early in the New Year my first request was, "Could you add a suggestion to make me buy sex toys?"

"So you have touched the holy land?" Tara asked, sitting at her desk, her heel swinging on her foot like a hypnotist's watch.

"I've explored every inch," I answered, somehow not uncomfortable talking so openly with an ex-student.

"But you can't go into an adult store?" Tara asked.

"Apparently not," I answered. "I can't even buy them online, although I could use other things."

"Other things?" Tara asked.

Somehow I didn't feel ashamed to tell her my secrets. I admitted, "A bottle, a brush, a cucumber."

"Very good," Tara nodded, before adding, "my first exploration after my fingers was a brush."

I laughed, "I like multi-purposed items."

"So you can use items in your vagina, but not purchase items online?" Tara asked.

"I know," I chuckled awkwardly. "I'm an enigma."

"That you are," she nodded, as she pointed to the couch. "There are still some deep roots to open up."

I lay down, Tara joined me and said, "You look beautiful today, Katherine."

"So do you," I countered, watching her begin to massage my feet.

"Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow your mind to leave you and come to me. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow your body to leave you and come to me. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow Tara inside your mind. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow yourself to go and trust utterly the words and wisdom of my voice and touch."

This time I felt myself drifting away, going to a deeper state of sleep.

Like the very first time, I could hear her voice, understand her words and yet not process any of it in my state of oblivion.

When I woke up, I smiled, Tara's hand again on my thigh and asked, "How long this time?"

"Long enough for me to give you some strong suggestions," Tara answered.

"I feel like a million bucks," I said, stretching my arms.

"You look like it too," Tara smiled, seeming to be flirting with me. I wondered if I found her attractive or if she was planting seeds in my head. Yet, I then recalled that she could only trigger things inside me that were true.

I pondered, 'Could I be with another woman?' This would be another sin in the eyes of my father, but so was masturbation. I was forty years old, old enough to explore my sexuality, even if that meant being with another woman.

I asked, "Did you help me with my toy problem?"

She smiled, "Let's find out."

"How?" I asked, curious.

"Let's go toy shopping," she said.

"Together?" I asked.

"Sure," she nodded, her hand sliding down my leg before she stood up, sending chills through my entire being. "You need toys and I'm a connoisseur of toys."

"You are, are you?" I smiled, as I watched her get up and slip into her five inch heels.

"Oh yes, I love toys," she purred, grabbing my hands and pulling me up.

For a moment we were face to face and I thought she may kiss me.

But she didn't.

Instead, she said, "Do you really want me to come with you?"

My first thought was 'I want you to come with me', but in a very different context. But I nodded, "Sure, if you have nothing better to do than go shopping with an old bag like me."

"A sexy, confident old bag," she teased, as she went to grab her purse on her desk.

I laughed, "That sounds like an oxymoron."

"No," she countered. "A teacher who can't speak in public is an oxymoron."

"Touché," I nodded.

"But 2016 is going to be a year of firsts for you," she declared.

"Firsts?" I asked.

"Sure, first time speaking in public, first time buying a sex toy and who knows what other firsts are lying in your path," she said, the ominous tone implying so much more.

I agreed, trying to hint that I may be willing, "I think I'm ready to try anything."

"That's the attitude," Tara nodded, as we left her office.

As we got outside, she said, "Let's take my car."

"Um, okay," I agreed, beginning to find this a little strange.

In the car, she asked, "So tell me what feels different since we started our sessions."

I pondered this. I glanced at her legs in nylons, the top of her skirt riding up to reveal she too was wearing thigh highs. "I feel sexier."

"And yet you were always sexy," she pointed out.

"I don't know, I guess," I shrugged, not having felt sexy in a long time.

Tara said, "You know, many of your students have crushes on you."

"That's funny," I laughed, even though I knew some boys on occasion had crushes on me.

"I had a crush on you," Tara said to me.

"P-p-pardon?" I asked.

She smiled, "Oh Katherine, did you really never know?"

"Know what?" I asked, still trying to process that Tara may be a lesbian.

She continued, "All through senior year I fantasized about you, but it never came to anything more than a school girl's fantasy. Truthfully, my crush on you is one of the reasons I got into hypnosis. Under hypnosis therapy my lesbian desires were revealed and I came to accept my sexuality, although I didn't come out until after I left high school."

"Wow," I said, flattered and confused.

"It's okay, Katherine, I have not used my hypnosis therapy for any nefarious means," she said, her hand patting my leg.

"I trust you," I said, which was true. I had no doubts that she was there to help me.

"Good, because we are here," she said.

I said, "This is weird."

"Life is weird," she said. "And weirder is that you have no self-help toys."

"Fair enough," I nodded.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Let's go," I said, thinking it was now or never.

I won't get into the details of the next forty minutes, but it was life-changing, like every time I was with Tara seemed to be.

I saw toys I couldn't fathom had an insertable purpose; I saw equipment that I couldn't fathom had a sexual purpose; I saw toys for men... wondering if straight men really allowed themselves to be sodomized; I saw strap-on cocks and wondered if Tara owned one.

In the end, I bought a couple of toys:

1. A Soraya, which was a vibrator that was completely waterproof and was supposed to massage the clit while also vibrating inside. It had eight vibration modes which intrigued me.

2. A deluxe magical wand that could be used to tease with soft tender vibrations or make you explode with high powered vibrations. Quite frankly it looked like a unique back massager, but Tara said both of these would change my life.

Tara drove me back to my car, no longer talking about her crush on me, but about my upcoming speech, which was only a couple weeks away.

That night I got into bed, grabbed the magical wand and turned it on low. I moved it to my pussy and moaned instantly. Even on low speed, I was in awe with the immediate pleasure it brought me.

I knew instantly that I had never felt true pleasure before. I closed my eyes and just allowed the toy to bring me pleasure I had never experienced. As I did, I replayed Tara's conversation. She had had a crush on me.

I wondered if she still did.

I wondered if I had a crush on her... based on my fantasies, I did.

She was incredibly beautiful, sweet and smart.

I drifted into fantasy. I again imagined Tara kissing me; I imagined her hands exploring my body; I imagined her cupping my breasts.

I turned the massager onto a higher speed and in seconds my legs stiffened, my body quaked and I screamed as my orgasm hit me hard.

Over the next few days, I used both toys. Each time I fantasized of Tara; each time I had an intense orgasm; each time I recovered and wondered if I had a crush on Tara too. Could I be a lesbian?

At my next meeting with Tara I joked, "I think you may be turning me into a sex maniac."

"Life changing toys, aren't they?" she smiled.

"I don't think I'll ever need a man again," I replied, thinking that may be true for more than one reason... I was beginning to think I may be a lesbian.

"I've never needed one," Tara shrugged.

"How did you know you were a lesbian?" I asked.

"I never found boys attractive," she began. "And I've always found a woman's body to be a beautiful unique wonderland."

"That it is," I nodded.

Again my feet were massaged, again I was hypnotized, and again I woke up completely refreshed.

I asked, "So now what?"

"Well, I think you may be ready," she said.

"No way," I nodded, the idea of speaking instantly bringing the same fears.

"Where is the conference?" she asked.

"Vegas," I answered.

"Oh," she said.

"What?"

"I was going to suggest I come with you and be in the audience," she said. "I already planted a suggestion for your body to relax when you saw me in the audience."

It was my turn to say, "Oh."

After a moment, I asked, "Do you want to come to Vegas with me?"

"Really?" she asked.

"Sure," I nodded. "I have a ton of flight points and I already have a hotel room, if you're willing to share a room with me."

"What date is it again?" she asked.

"February 16th is when I speak," I said, before adding, "I'm flying to Vegas on the 14th."

"You're flying up on Valentine's Day?" she asked, her hand still on my leg, massaging my calf ever so tenderly.

I shrugged, "I don't have a date, so I figured better to be in Vegas than home alone."

After a pause, she said, "I'm in."

"Really?" I asked, excited and feeling my pussy tingle slightly at the thought we would be in a hotel room together.

"Sure," she nodded. "I'm single too. I have no plans and I really want to be there to see you ace this fear."

"Awesome," I said, both for the fact she would be there to support me and because I was definitely falling for her.

The next couple weeks, I practiced my speech; saw Tara two more times; used my toys daily, minus the few days it was that time of month, and got Tara an airline ticket. Unfortunately, I couldn't get her on the flight I was on and she ended up leaving three hours before me.

When I got to the hotel, I was surprised to be told I was on the top floor. I asked, "I didn't book a suite."

"Your friend got you upgraded for free," the pretty woman said.

"Oh, okay," I nodded, surprised.

I got my key, heading to the elevator with butterflies in my stomach. I was much more nervous about what may or may not happen between Tara and me than I was about my speech in two days.

I entered the room and gasped.

Flower petals were on the floor.

I put my bag down, left my suitcase and followed the petals, a rush of adrenaline coursing through my body.

The petals led past the hot tub, down a hallway and into a bedroom.

Lying there in all red lingerie was Tara.

I froze, my head spinning with the obvious implications of what she was wearing.

She put her book down, smiled and said, "Happy Valentine's Day, Katherine."

I couldn't speak. Her body in a lacy teddy, a garter belt and red stockings had me instantly knowing without a doubt I wasn't straight anymore. My pussy tingled and my mouth watered.

She got off the bed, walked to me and kissed me.

It was like fireworks.

It was like butter being melted in a microwave.

It was two becoming one.

The kiss started soft, and as I responded, the kiss became more passionate. Our tongues explored each other's mouths.

When she broke the kiss, she said, "I have wanted to do that for years."

I blushed, but admitted, "I didn't know I wanted to until this moment."

"For the record," she said, "I didn't plant any seeds for this."

"I know," I nodded, and somehow I did.

"But, I'd be lying if I said I didn't do some exploratory intel to see if you were possibly curious," she admitted, looking so sweet and adorable.

"What did you learn?" I asked.

"You have been hurt badly and wanted to be convinced real love still exists," Tara answered, as she took my hand in hers.

"That is true," I nodded, my legs already weak.

"I knew this was a risk," she said, "but I had to do it. I had to show you that love is out there and that love comes in many different forms."

"You love me?" I asked, the term so powerful, a word that I had longed to hear said to me again.

"Yes, Katherine," she nodded. "I know it seems soon, I know it seems a little Romeo and Juliet, but you are as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside."

My body trembled. My face flushed. I whispered, "No one has said that to me in a long time."

"You will hear it often now," Tara said, as she leaned in and kissed me again.

My head was spinning as suddenly my past month of fantasies were becoming a reality.

When she broke the kiss the second time, she moved behind me and wordlessly unzipped the dress I was wearing. My body again shivered as she slid it off me to reveal my lace black bra, black thong and black thigh highs.

She whispered, "Did you dress all sexy underneath for me, Katherine?"

I shivered as her hot breath hit my neck. "Yes," I admitted, knowing that deep down that was exactly why I dressed so impractically for a flight.

"Can I undo your bra?" she asked, kissing the back of my neck.

"Yes," I moaned, ever so softly, my neck always having been an erogenous zone of mine (an often ignored one as well).

I felt her unclasp it and her hands then cupped my breasts from behind as she continued kissing my neck.

I moaned louder this time, her touch creating instant sparks through my very being.

"You're beautiful," Tara purred, as she slowly made her way down my back with kisses.

"So are you," I said, as her hands reached my hips.

She didn't ask this time if she could remove my thong, she just did it.

I lifted my feet up mindlessly so she could pull the thong off completely, before she stood back up, moved in front of me, took my hand and led me to the king sized bed.

I followed, knowing I was completely at her whim.

She pushed me gently onto my back, lifted up my foot and took my nylon-clad toes in her mouth. It was not something anyone had done to me before and it was both erotic and stimulating.

Her eyes never broke contact with mine the entire time she sucked each toe in her mouth.

Wordlessly, she moved up my leg, splattering me with kisses everywhere. As she reached my thigh, I opened my legs further, giving her complete access to my wet pussy.

I watched her face move to my pussy... and pause... before moving past my wanton pussy and to my other leg where she replicated the lengthy, tender, romantic pleasure.
Once done my last toe, she moved between my legs, leaned up and kissed me again.

When she broke the kiss, she whispered, "Katherine, you look even more beautiful when you're glowing like this."

"You have me a muddled mess," I answered.

"What do you want me to do next?" she asked, as she leaned down and kissed my neck.

"Ohhhhhh," I moaned again.

"Your neck is one of your erogenous zones, I see," she purred, splattering me with hot, wet kisses.

"One of many," I replied, my body like Jello.

She moved her lips down my neck to my hard nipples and breasts. "Such hard nipples," she said, as she took one in her mouth.

"That's your fault," I accused, playfully.

"I'm flattered," she responded, as her tongue swirled around my nipple like a tornado, a tornado that whirled throughout my body, ravishing every inch of me.

"Me too," I trembled, her tongue and touch creating intense pleasure unlike anything I had felt in years.

Her tongue slithered down my valley and to my other nipple, where she replicated the intense attention.

She then slid her body down to my pussy and asked, "Can I taste you, Katherine?"

"Yes, please," I answered, her breath on my nether region enough to send shivers.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," she admitted, as I watched her extend her tongue and lick my pussy.

I had had my pussy eaten many times, although not in over a year, but never with such precise focus. My husband tried, but he was not that good at it, never once getting me off with his tongue.

And maybe it was the intimacy, the moment, or the environment, but in seconds I could feel my orgasm building.

Her tongue was like that magic wand, pleasing and teasing simultaneously, seeming to be everywhere at once.

I moaned, "Oh God, Tara."

She licked for a little while longer and as my moans increased, suddenly she took my clit between her lips and tugged.

Instantly, my legs stiffened and I screamed, "Oh, yessssssss!"

My orgasm erupted through me as she lapped up my flooding pussy juice.

I eventually had to push her head away, her tongue suddenly making my trembling pussy extra sensitive.

"You didn't like?" Tara asked, looking suddenly vulnerable.

"Oh my God," I said, reassuring her quickly. "Oh Tara, the orgasm was so intense it began to get extra-sensitive."

"Oh, Good," she smiled, moving back up and kissing me.

I could taste myself on her lips.

I whispered, "I've never had such an orgasm."

"Oh, that's only the beginning," she smiled, kissing me again.

When she broke the kiss, she said, "Now you need to get dressed. We have dinner reservations in twenty minutes."

I joked, feeling so comfortable with her, "Didn't you just eat?"

She laughed, "Oh, that was just an appetizer."

"I think I could use an appetizer too," I said, suddenly wanting to taste her.

"Later," she said. "We can't be late."

"Okay," I said, a bit disappointed, and yet intrigued what else she had planned.

I went pee, fixed my make-up, especially my lipstick, got dressed again and headed out to wherever Tara had made plans.

As we waited for the elevator, Tara took my hand.

It fit like a glove.

It was like the missing puzzle piece I had been looking for all of my life.

The elevator opened and we walked in.

We didn't talk, we just enjoyed the comfort of being with each other, holding hands.

When the elevator stopped on another floor, and an older couple got on, I didn't freak out like I thought I might. I was holding another woman's hand, a woman young enough to be my daughter... yet I didn't care. I was in Vegas and what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

I would worry about what this was when I returned home. For now, I was going to live in the moment.

The older couple saw us holding hands, but didn't say anything or stare and Tara, as if reading my mind, gave me a gentle squeeze.

Once we reached the lobby, we walked out, still hand in hand, into the cool February evening. I said, "Maybe I shouldn't have worn a dress."

"Oh, you should have," she responded, the ominous tone intriguing me.

We walked for a few minutes and into a very fancy looking restaurant. I asked, "How did you get reservations here?"

"I don't reveal all my trade secrets," she smiled back.

I laughed, "I'm beginning to think you're the enigma, not me."

"Oh, that I am," she agreed.

A couple minutes later, we were seated at the table and chatting. And although I considered this a first date, it didn't feel like it. I wasn't nervous, or self-conscious about my looks or what I may say. I was just myself.

We talked about her family and her coming out; I talked about things I still wanted to do before I died (yes I actually have a bucket list); we talked about my previous Vegas trips (although my last time was when Tara would have been 2) and as dessert arrived we talked about us.

Tara asked, "So Katherine, I bet you are wondering 'what now'."

"In what way?" I asked, unsure if she meant our undefined relationship or what we were doing next.

"Us," she said.

"It has crossed my mind," I said. Yet, wanting her to know I was indeed interested in something, I added, "I do still owe you one."

She smiled, "That you do." After a pause, she said, "Do you care about my age?"

"I don't," I admitted. "Society does."

"Do you care what society thinks?"

"Not here," I said, but being completely honest, I added, "but back home, I may. You were my student once."

She took my hand in hers and said, "Katherine, I want this to be more than just a wild week in Vegas where we fuck each other and explore every inch of each other."

"You had me at 'fuck each other'," I joked, my pussy wet with such frank talk.

"Katherine," she smiled shaking her head, "I think I may have created a monster."

"A horny monster," I quipped, before adding, "especially after three of these cocktails."

"They are deceivingly delicious," Tara nodded.

"As I imagine you are," I flirted shamelessly.

She took a deep breath, before she continued, "If you just want this to be a secret affair in Vegas I'm okay with that, Katherine, I understand you are still coming to grips with your sexuality."

"Oh," I said, interrupting her. "I don't doubt my sexuality. In fact," I began, standing up, "meet me in the bathroom, I want dessert."

Before she could respond, I walked away, giddy with anticipation at what I just suggested. The earlier intimacy, the frank conversation, the knowledge she wanted a relationship with me and the alcohol had me ready to prove my sexuality.

I went to the bathroom and was shocked at how fancy it was. I was there only a few seconds, before Tara walked in, took my hand and led me to the last stall, and said, "Time to put your tongue where your mouth was."

I laughed at her play on a saying and her sudden dominant behaviour.

Once in the stall, she lifted up her skirt, revealing that at some point she had taken off her red thong and said, "Come and get dessert, Katherine. You have me so fucking horny."

Hearing her swear somehow surprised me, more than having her in lingerie in our hotel room or having her between my legs.

Yet, I moved to her, dropped to my knees and looked at her trimmed pussy. I instantly wondered if I should do that.

I then leaned forward and tasted another woman for the first time.

I don't know what I thought it would taste like, my ex-husband always said it tasted like fish. But that wasn't the taste at all. It was sweet, like honey, and yet exotic at the same time.

"That's it, baby," she moaned. "Lick my cunt."

I had always hated the 'c' word. I had never uttered it from my lips. Yet, hearing her say it, it didn't sound dirty or inappropriate or derogatory, especially while I licked her, it seemed so natural.

I kept licking, knowing that I would be eagerly doing this anytime the opportunity existed. It was so much better and sweeter than sucking a dick.

I lapped for a couple of minutes, wanting to get her off in the same way she got me off, Tara's breathing getting heavier.

A door opened and I froze.

Tara ordered, "Don't stop, baby, you've got me so close."

So, figuring once again, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, I resumed licking.

Tara, not seemingly worried about whoever was in the bathroom, moaned, "Oh yes, baby, suck on my clit."

I obeyed, taking her swollen clit in my mouth.

She instantly grabbed my head, and seconds later I felt her cum flood out of her and into my mouth. If the taste of her pussy was enticing when I was licking, getting the full flood of her cum was like being washed with perfection.

I hungrily lapped her juices, wanting this moment to never end.

When she let go of my head, she smiled, "That can't be your first time eating pussy."

"It is," I smiled, flattered by her compliment.

"Well, you are a very fast learner," she smiled, pulling me up into a kiss.

When she broke it, she said, "Man. I taste good."

"I couldn't agree more," I agreed.

We stood up and walked out of the stall together.

A chubby, well dressed blonde, was fixing her make-up in the mirror. She stared at us as we walked past her, hand in hand.

Tara said, "Take a picture, it lasts longer."

The blonde shook her head.

I quipped, unable to handle her pretentious judging facial expression, "You likely need your cunt licked too."

We walked out and I giggled, "I had never even used the 'c' word before that moment."

"Tonight is a night of firsts," she said, as we went back to our table, finished our drinks and paid the bill.

"What's next?" I asked.

"Everything," she said, as we walked out of the restaurant and past the woman. I gave her a wink, feeling so completely liberated... a feeling I couldn't explain.

We walked down the strip for about twenty minutes to another hotel where we watched a Cirque du Soleil show.

When we got back to the hotel room, I was drunk and horny.

As soon as the door was closed, I pushed Tara against the door and kissed her with all I had.

We kept kissing as we undressed each other.

Breaking the kiss, Tara asked, "Want to try something really hot?"

"I want to try everything with you," I answered.

"Fuck, you're hot, Katherine," Tara said, kissing me again before she walked to her suitcase. She pulled out a strap-on cock and said, "I have wanted to fuck you all night."

"Oh God," I said, looking at the big thick cock she was putting on her waist.

"Bigger than your ex?" she asked.

"Way bigger," I nodded.

"Ready to get fucked?" she asked.

"God I love when you talk dirty," I admitted, my pussy on fire.

I quickly got undressed, naked except my thigh highs, and she bent me over the hot tub.

She said, "I've wanted to do this for way too long."

I moaned, as I felt her hands on my hips, "Well, then don't wait any longer."

She slid the cock easily inside my inferno and I said, "Oh yes, Tara, fuck me. It's been way too long."

She slowly fucked me, filling me completely with each forward movement.

After a couple of minutes of slow fucking, I wanted it hard. I begged, "Please, Tara, fuck me. I need to be seriously fucked."

"As you wish, baby," she agreed. She held my hips tightly and began slamming into me.

"Yes, yes, yes," I screamed. "Pound my cunt," I demanded, the 'c' word suddenly not so forbidden.

"In your cunt?" she teased.

"Yes, dammit," I nodded. "I want that big cock deep in my fucking cunt."

She purred, "Fuck you look hot when you talk dirty."

"You like that?" I asked, the dirty talk turning me on intensely, "You like hearing your ex-teacher sound like a dirty fucking whore?"

She answered, "I love hearing my girlfriend need it so bad she just lets go and allows her inner slut to take over."

"I-I-I'm your girlfriend?" I asked, my orgasm building quickly.

"Yes, you are," she said firmly, as if this wasn't a negotiation, but a statement of fact.

"Okay," I agreed, not able to fathom not being with her and not caring at the moment about the semantics of age, society or reality.

"I'm serious," she said. "I want you in all ways."

"Oh God," I moaned, "I want to be your complete fuck toy."

She laughed, "Well, that would be part of it."

A few more hard strokes and my second orgasm of the night hit me.

"Yessss, I'm coming," I screamed.

She kept fucking me, slower through the orgasm, until she pulled out and said, "Come join me in the hot tub."

I watched her take off her lingerie, revealing a perfect body, and go into the hot tub.

I slid out of my thigh highs and joined her.

She pulled me to her and kissed me. This kiss lasted minutes. It was tender and intimate. It was as if we were the last two women on earth and didn't have a care in the world.

In this moment, there was only us.

In this moment, there was only love.

THE END

Epilogue:

That night, I licked her to orgasm one more time before we went to bed exhausted.

The next day, I got to wear a strap-on for the first time and I have to admit it was utterly exhilarating to be the one doing the giving instead of receiving.

We also enjoyed our first 69 and fucked each other to orgasm by something Tara called tribbing.

On the morning of my speech, Tara refused to please me or let me please her until after I aced my speech.

Which I did.

Then we spent two hours giving each other multiple orgasms.

At the dinner reception that night, I brought Tara along as my date... with pride.

I was a lesbian, I was in love and I wasn't going to let anything stand in the way of feeling this type of happiness.

And... we indeed lived... happily ever after.

THE END.

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Mar 2, 2018 in romance

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